Supernatural Ships Novels & Stories

These ships were living tissue, pulsing membranes of obsidian and bone that hummed with a frequency so ancient it felt like a memory of a dying star. ​"The frequency... it’s crushing the runes," Ren gasped, falling to one knee. The jagged orange markings on his skin were flickering wildly, struggling to maintain their shape against the oppressive violet pressure from above. "Leo, they aren't just broadcasting a signal. They’re 'Siphoning' the atmosphere. They’re turning the planet's oxygen into a conductor for their own blood-line!" ​Leo Vane stood in the center of the shattered street, his hand still gripping the collar of his defeated father. He looked up at the lead ship, a massive, cresc

“The Feds have the manifests. The Sterling Charter is the only Sovereign Shield left to you. If you want our protection, you become blood. Marry my daughter. But understand this: we do not share. If there is another woman, she must become a ghost. If you lie to the family, we will take your life.” The nausea hit me with the force of a physical blow. Arthur Vane hadn't just committed bigamy for money. He had committed it for survival. He had been drowning in a federal racketeering case, and the Sterlings—the Mafia dynasty that controlled the New York docks—had offered him their "Sovereign Shield" in exchange for his soul. He had hidden my grandmother in the woodshop because it was the only pl

I couldn’t wait to get my first assignment and finally leave the confinements of headquarters grounds. You see the Academy was not actually on earth as such. Or at least it was but it was hidden on a different realm. Shielded from sight of those that knew nothing about us or that would do us harm by a magical force field called a ward. Only Hunters could cross the bridge that connected us from our realm to the mortal one. Seeing as we were not yet sworn in to the Hunters, we could only cross to the mortal realm with a fully fledged Hunter crossing with us, and well Darren wasn’t likely to allow me to do that. He always reminded me that what had killed my parents was still out there. And unti

"...That featured report additionally talked about special police that solved cases that might not be explained by science. Does the MPD have AN underground workplace or creepy conferences in dimly lit meeting rooms? Do you belong to the current type? a company that counts as a part of the MPD?" "We are a secret branch. despite everything, the state cannot admit the existence of supernatural entities to the overall public. However, this is often the truth. Supernatural creatures roaming the place could be a crisis for the nation. Vampires, even additional so. Worse involves worst, it could affect the dignity of citizens. For this purpose, they have to be monitored before long as they're disc

Chapter 2 - Protesting too much Mikhail I stroll into the living room of our new home. Home, what a joke. The SC (Supernatural Council) placed us here because they don’t know what to do with us. Unfortunately, like the human world, the supernatural world is also full of orphans. According to the system, my parents are unknown. I was found in an abandoned warehouse. Unfortunately, no one stepped up to claim me, so they placed me in a home for supernatural kids. The problem is that, unlike human homes, our jailers had to make sure we weren’t using our powers or killing innocents by mistake. In my case, the Council keeps a very close eye on me. Apparently, being the son of an Angel and a Demon

But the fact that she had found Ruth, and then Charlie had found them, that they were sitting on this lifeboat now, made her think, perhaps, miracles were possible. And she just needed one more. Ten minutes after the time had been given, they watched in stunned horror as the water completely covered the Boat Deck from the bow. The lights blinked once, and then went out forever. Even with only the light from the heavens, they could clearly see the stern portion of the ship lifting out of the water. Meg thought she had entirely lost her grip on reality—that what she was seeing could not possibly be real—as the back portion of the boat began to lift into the air. The gasps aboard the lifeboat w

X. There was a dull thud as metal crunched and creaked. Then an explosion occurred. A bright white light exploded in the far distance as the shockwave of an explosion rocked our ships. In that flash of the explosion, I saw the colossal figure that loomed above us it was a large shadow, larger than even the demon X summoned. It looked like a shadowy cloak with no legs. All around it debris floated, as if it had its own gravitational field. The rest of Nirvana was in ruins. The floating castles and buildings dilapidated or basically destroyed. But that wasn’t the worst part of this. In that explosion, the flash of light revealed millions of harbingers all around us. Divine harbingers, gods tha

"They're planning something. They wouldn't just leave us alone." "Maybe Evelyn is keeping them away," I said. "Or maybe they're waiting for something worse." Miro surfaced that afternoon with news. "Ships," he said. "Not Council ships. Different." "Whose?" He shook his head. "No flags. No markings. But they're big. Bigger than anything the Council has." "How many?" "Five. Heading this way. Fast." I climbed to the summit and looked through Leo's salvaged telescope. Miro was right.

Stories and videos started to surface on the internet, showing the glowing nymphs walking into the rivers to bathe, vampires feeding, sirens singing their songs, werewolves shifting… At first, the humans didn’t believe it, but the tide was shifting - especially after the human authorities went on record to state that supernatural beings were real, they’d always been real, and the world leaders had always known about them. Just recently, the humans convened to discuss the ‘supernatural problem,’ and possible solutions. They made us out to be some kind of existential threat. We didn’t have much time left. Haven’s Crest was the last bastion between life and our extinction.

Vanessa, still reloading her rifle, snapped her head up, already alert. “What is it?” The screen flickered, displaying satellite footage of something massive rising from the depths of the ocean floor. Impossible. The Return of the Nightmare Rook’s voice crackled through the cockpit comms, strained but urgent: “We’ve got multiple signatures... coming up fast!” Through the storm-filled horizon, dark shapes emerged, pushing through the churning waves. A fleet of unmanned warships, their steel hulls gleaming, automated and deadly. At the center of the advancing armada...